The CEO Alpha King

Chapter 7 The King's personal slave

The CEO ALPHA KING

Writer's POV

Serena walked into the large bedroom of the king and couldn't help but admire its beauty. Just like hers, there was a huge king sized bed at the center of the room, a door at the right to a walk-in closet whose door was opened to reveal rows of suits.

Huge silk drapes fell from the high windows, blocking out the morning sun. A working table was just at the left side of the room in front of a shelf that ran from one end to the other of the room.

Everything was mostly in shades of black or gray, just like his cars and she didn't need anyone to tell her those were the Alpha's favorite colors.

She heard the door shut behind her and all excitement died down as she remembered why she was even here in the first place.

Her eyes found the Alpha who had stood, watching her admire his room with silent amusement.

But his eyes portrayed no emotions, they were such a cold shade of grey. They held power and danger so she looked away.

"Go prepare my bath." He ordered, walking to his working table, ignoring her once more.

She quickly ran in the opposite direction, towards the door. As usual, the bathroom was huge with a big bathtub and two shower heads. She found his various bath gels and picked the lavender.

When she finished, she left the bathroom and went back to the room.

"Your Highness." She started but he interjected.

"You are not my subject. You are just my slave. I am your master and not your King." He said sharply and she dropped her gaze in submission, nodding slightly.

The sound of removing clothes brought her attention back to him and she looked up to see he was undressing in front of her!

She watched as he took off the bed shirt, letting it drop to the floor, exposing his abs. She blushed, looking away quickly, her cheeks tinted red.

His skin was so pale and it glittered under the chandelier. She peeked at him once more, noticing his strong arms and wide chest. She looked away as soon as he started pulling at his shorts.

She heard it drop to the floor, and her ears turned red. He was naked!

She fiddles with her fingers, eyes on the floor and not knowing what to do as she stands there awkwardly.

"Grab me a towel." He ordered, and she ran quickly to the bathroom and took his towel before going back to him. Her eyes fell to the floor as she extended her hand to him. Her eyes quickly ran down his lower body.

A gasp escaped her lips and she blushed harder than before. Boy! Was he big down there.

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He took the towel and she stepped back, he tied it around his waist and she finally looked up at him. He was glaring at her, before looking away and walking to the bathroom, leaving her in silent admiration of his back. They flexed as he walked.

He soon disappeared into the bathroom and a wave of disappointment flushed over her.

"What are you doing standing there?" A powerful voice sounded in her head and she gasped in shock.

That wasn't her wolf, she had no connection with it. It was the Alpha! That voice was authoritative and powerful. And if he hadn't seen the Alpha enter the bathroom she would have thought he was speaking to her right there.

Though Serena knew wolves could speak telepath, she had never once experienced it before as it was mostly common with Alphas, and she was merely a beta.

"Get in here!" He shouted over her head this time and she was almost tempted to yell in fear. Instead she ran to the bathroom, seeing him sitting in the bathtub. The towel was gone, and his naked frame sat in the tub.

"Wash my hair, and be quick about that." He ordered again, his lips still not moving. She shivered, grabbed the shampoo, and poured a little over his head.

She went into the bathtub, feeling the cold water hit her feet and legs. His dominating aura made her shiver a little but a little groan from him made her act quickly.

She reached for his hair, and stopped, expecting him to yell or flinch at her touch. But there was no response from him so she started to run her fingers through it.

His hair was softer than it looked, silky as it ran freely across her fingers.

She scooped up water from the tub, and poured it over his hair and started scrubbing it once more. She thought she heard him sigh in relief and she relaxed a little, finally happy she was getting this right.

Because the last thing she wanted to do was to make him angry so early in the morning.

After she was done, she reached for the shower head, turning it on and rinsing off the soap from his head. She sighed in relief as she started to rise, her work finished.

"Wash me." His deep voice echoed through the bathroom walls, stopping her in her tracks.

She flushed red. Bath him?! She started to chew at her bottom lip.

"After that then you can do what you intend."

No. No. I couldn't do this. What if?! She started to shake her head, dispersing all bad thoughts from clouding her mind.

"Did you not read the rules?" He asked, breaking her train of thought. "You should know what and what not you are supposed to do by now. Or should I elaborate further?" He turned to glare at her.

She didn't dare meet his gaze, looking away instead. "No, I know the rules." She lied through gritted teeth.

He said nothing and stood in all his glory, towering above her. She blushed, looking away quickly to pick up the sponge and soap.

She was scared scrubbing him down, her touch not lingering on sensitive body parts, her eyes lowered in submission.

She pulled away to get more soap when she slipped a little and he grabbed her just before she could fall on the bathroom tub. She exhaled deeply and continued.

After washing him and drying him off, she reached for his towel and dried him off as quick as possible before he walked out to his room to get dressed.

She followed him out, noticing an outfit had been brought out for him and was laying in the bed. He ignored it, walking to his mirror and standing just in front of it before sitting down. His hair dripped down his back trailing inside his towel wrapped around him.

She went to him, not waiting to be told to dry off his hair. Finding the hair dryer, she plugged it in and got to work.

Once his hair was dry, she combed it and applied a hair cream on it, the scent of all his products were amazing.

He stood up when she was done, grabbing his clothes and getting dressed in a black suit. Serena was a little relieved and disappointed that he hadn't requested her help.

As she watched him, she couldn't help but notice how totally strong he looked. His parents must have been extremely powerful for him to inherit such power.

Something flashed in her mind and she started to grow conscious. If he was so powerful to infiltrate her mind and speak to her, couldn't it be possible that he could also hear her thoughts?

She glanced at him as he put on his shirt paying no mind to her. Even if he did read her mind there was no sign that he did.

As she stood there awkwardly, she wondered what else she should do. If she was already done with her job, why wasn't he sending her away? Am I not done here? Please I wanna leave before I suffocate here with the thought to herself. She started to feel the urge of his power, suppressing her and she shifted from one foot to another having no thoughts to distract her from his overwhelming aura.

She started to feel uncomfortable as she looked up to see him staring at her. She coughed awkwardly, and he took a step closer to her.

What was happening? Why has he done this time? She wanted to ask but couldn't find it in her mouth to move.

And as usual, his superiority showed, bringing her to her knees once more, tears started to glitter around her eyes.

"Really? You feel like suffocating here. Being around me is scary, isn't it?" He asked, voicing out her thoughts. She gasped in surprise, she was right. He could hear her thoughts!

Serena could only gasp. She couldn't utter a sound. It was as if the power to speak has been taken away from her.

Her hand went to her throat and she held her throat. She can't believe she is choking on nothing but she is really choking. She is losing her breath and might pass out at any moment.

No! She might even die.

"Answer me!" He thundered at her and she abruptly stopped choking. He might have released his hold on her throat however he did it.

"No! No master! I'm so sorry," she apologized with her head hitting the cold floor.

She became so scared.

What had she done? What thought crossed her mind that he had read and gotten pissed?

He took a step closer to her and she was half tempted to scuff away, but she felt too weak to move. He tried and she could only whimper in fear as he drew closer.

"Next time, you should know your place. Control your silly thoughts little wolf!" He emphasized every word before glaring once more at her then walking off leaving her alone in tears and on the floor.

She shivered in fear as she thought of what she might have done wrong flashed across her face. Thoughts on how he could have done anything to hurt her more than he did. He could have killed her if he chose and there was nothing anyone could do about it.

She felt something tickling her nose and took her fingers to it, drops of blood touched her fingers and she gasped at the sight of it.

Rising to her feet immediately, she ran to the mirror, noticing blood stains all over her dress.

Panic struck her as she sprinted to the bathroom to wash it off but it kept flowing and worse of all, she couldn't feel any pain. So why was she bleeding so randomly?

She ran out of the Alpha's chambers leaving a tissue paper over her nose so she did not stain the floors. The guards didn't utter a word to her, and for that she was grateful. She just couldn't talk to anyone right now.

She couldn't stay here any longer, the Alpha's aura was suppressing her too much and she needed to get away.

But leaving the castle back to the mini mansion was harder than she thought. With familiar hallways, art works and rooms she was lost and soon came to the kitchen, not once seeing the entrance door.

She stopped in her tracks when she saw a familiar figure in the kitchen. It was the girl from yesterday, the human who had been staring awkwardly at her.

"Hey," The human called out, flashing her a dimpled smile.

"Hi, please can you help me get back to the mini mansion?" Serena wasted no time in asking, not wanting to spend another minute in the frightening castle.

"Of course. My name is Emi." She smiled softly and extended her hand to Serena who took it too quickly and looked around, desperate to leave.

"I'm Serena." She replied, forcing a smile on her face and she shook Emi's hand.

"Nice meeting you sexy. Now, let me help you. But you'll owe me one." Emi winked, leading the way out of the kitchen but Serena didn't mind, all that filled her mind was the thought of finally leaving this place.